Lay Down

Make believe

my one desire

Sit in fog, silenced

by your grace and fire

Lay down

Ain’t no reason to be quiet

sick of trying

sleepy mind

Put it all on hold

You are out of words

(genius is another question altogether

I think it’s a great deal of luck

really, man is no genius

just happens to be lucky)

Leave behind this crazy tired

Heading for that great surprise

In the sky above

my head beyond

my eyes

(sort of a special thing called genius)

Lay down

Did I cross the creaky mire

Rhythmic breath

My only sign

Jabs me now

(same thing with genius

I mean a genius is a thing that...)

Lay down

Clean love beams

It’s like the sun

Making sure that I get off all right

Hey I’m here all by myself

Pray

In the hour

(see,  meaning that there’s no saying that

Ingres’ drawing and color of Cezanne

is the only way to have been genius at

that time.)

Lay down

(anything goes, it just depends onä)

On your knees

Lay Down